Fern's Perspective
Bright moonlight streamed through the cracks in the heavy curtains around my bed, jolting me awake from slumber. My wolf— the other side of my inner being— felt a pang of pain that I couldn't ignore, forcing my eyes open.I sat up quickly, adjusting my breathing, and listened to the night's silence. Just then, there was a sharp knock at the door, making my heart race with anticipation of impending trouble."Fern, open the door!" Beta Tobias's voice came through, laden with anxiety and panic.I hastily threw on my coat and opened the door. "What's wrong?""Alpha Giovanni has been attacked," worry etched on Beta Tobias's face. "We need your help. He's badly injured."My heart sank at the news. Giovanni was not just the Alpha but my mate, even if our relationship was born out of his revenge plot. Deep down, I couldn't forget the kind man Giovanni used to be when he was my brother.I followed Beta Tobias quickly as he ledFern's PerspectiveThe night hung like an invisible curtain, shrouding the forest in mysterious darkness. Moonlight spilled through the gaps in the treetops, casting dappled light and shadows on the wet ground. My heartbeat reverberated clearly in the silent night, and my hands trembled slightly.At that moment, I was delving deep into Giovanni's consciousness, trying to find him in this chaotic inner world."Giovanni, I'm here," I called out. My voice echoed in the darkness, like a distant call.Suddenly, a soft moan broke the silence, and I followed the sound. The sight that greeted me froze me in my tracks - a lone figure huddled beside a rock in an empty wasteland, his back appearing particularly forlorn.His body seemed to be wracked with endless pain and exhaustion, his hair draped over his shoulders, reflecting his fragility and helplessness.As I approached, I witnessed a scene that broke my heart. A small boy huddled under a dead tree, hi
Fern's PerspectiveThe next day.At 8:00 a.m., I got out of bed, brushed my teeth, and got dressed. After finishing my night of tending to Giovanni, I desperately needed some relaxing activities to relieve the tiredness and tension within me.Yes, tension.In the morning, when Tobias brought my breakfast, he mentioned that Giovanni seemed to have awakened.However, I recalled my plea to Nuu-Chah, the moon god, last night, and the oath I had taken.Honestly, I wasn't sure how my relationship with Giovanni would unfold with Nuu-Chah's assistance and how it might alter my life later on. It left me apprehensive, feeling unprepared to face Giovanni now that he was awake.I made my way downstairs and out the back door of the manor. Jogging to the forest behind the manor, I found a secluded spot behind a tree where I could strip naked. After stowing my clothes in my bag, I changed into fresh ones and released my white wolf with sapphire
Beta Tobias' PerspectiveThe early morning sunlight streamed through the thick forest canopy, filling the air with a moist, earthy scent, while birds chirped happily on the branches.At that moment, I stood outside Giovanni's office, feeling a sense of unease. Giovanni, the Alpha of the pack, had finally woken up.As the Beta of the pack, I bore the burden of protection and surveillance. I needed to find out from Giovanni exactly what had happened on the day he was attacked and gather some clues about the assailant. After all, any werewolf who dares to attack an Alpha is unforgivable.Recently, however, I'd noticed something strange about Alpha Giovanni's condition, something that had caught my attention.Ever since he was injured by Aurora and a man and treated by Fern, Giovanni's behavior has become increasingly unusual. Especially after he woke up, he seemed to be confused about many things.Most worryingly, when Fern's name was men
Giovanni's PerspectiveEvery Monday, there was a regular pack meeting, and as the Alpha, I needed to discuss the pack's development and recent events with the core members. Especially with the full moon approaching this month.However, this time, I found myself thinking about what to wear. I usually didn't care about my attire. When one was in a position of power, his subordinates would respect his regardless of what he wore. But today, I wanted to look my best. I put on a white shirt and a silver-gray tuxedo, a color that reminded me of my mate's shiny, soft fur.My brow furrowed gently at the thought of my mate. It seemed like I hadn't seen her since I got up in the morning. This feeling of separation from her made my wolf whimper in discontent."Relax. I promise I'll take you to see her as soon as the meeting is over."I ran my fingers through my dark, thick hair a few times until I was satisfied with my reflection in the mirror. Then, I left the room and
Giovanni's PerspectiveWe exchanged pleasantries for a while, and it dawned on me that "Aurora's" expression always seemed unnatural whenever I called her name. Her deep eyes flashed with a hint of hesitation and uneasiness, as if she had something she wanted to say but couldn't find the words."What's wrong?" I asked with concern.Aurora shook her head gently. "Nothing."As I tried to continue my questioning, a bell rang in the distance. She looked back at me and asked, "Do you need anything? I have to get breakfast ready."Reluctantly, I released her. "I won't keep you. I should get ready too. I can't wait to see you at breakfast."Aurora smiled gently and stood up, ready to leave.Sensing my mate's departure, my wolf whimpered unhappily, causing me to avert my eyes in embarrassment.Aurora flinched and then smiled softly before she leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Don't worry, we'll see each other again soon, won't we?"My wolf let
Cherry I let myself in, noticing Dylan’s keys in the bowl on the table. My heart punched my chest like a jackhammer, overreacting to the fact that he was home. I dropped my own keys in the bowl with a clatter. A moment later, Dylan’s study door opened. Dylan filled the doorway. His shoulders were so broad they almost touched both sides of the frame, and he seemed to loom over me, even with the long hallway between us. I always felt overwhelmed by his presence. His dark eyes found me in the low light, and I fought to conceal how much his stare affected me. His strong features were so handsome, filled with all the rugged beauty of the Moon God that only our pack’s most talented artists could hope to imbue their sculptures with. I felt Dylan’s pull on me like I did the full moon. I wanted to go to him. My lips prickled as if telling me to use them as I wanted to. “Kiss him,” they seemed to whisper. If only... Instead, I stated the obvious, “You’re home.” He frowned. “Thought you wer
Cherry Worry crept through me. For what must have been the thousandth time, I wondered if there was something wrong with me. Dylan hadn’t shown any sign of being attracted to me. He didn’t seem remotely interested in me like that. He hadn’t even kissed me, and we’d lived together for a whole year. Heat flushed over my skin as one of my common fantasies played through my thoughts: Dylan’s tall, muscular form pushing through my bedroom door, his dark eyes claiming mine before he took me in his arms and kissed me. But that’s where the fantasy petered out as it so often did. After all, I didn’t have much experience in that department. Who was I trying to fool? I didn’t have any sexual experience. Nothing. Helplessness whirled through me. The truth was, since being told by our Alpha and Luna that Dylan was my fated mate, I’d grown up with the idea that things between us would just happen. It’s not that I’d intentionally kept myself for Dylan, but I suppose, looking back when I’d fantasi
Dylan I clicked the door shut to my study, running my hands through my hair in exasperation. Exasperation at Cherry, at myself, at this whole god-damned situation. For a moment, guilt kept me at the door. I thought of Cherry perched on a bar stool, eating alone in the kitchen. Her grey eyes washed-out and picking daintily at her meal. I almost went back. Almost. It wasn’t that I didn’t care about her. She was… What is she? The truth was I didn’t know anymore. But the hopefulness in Cherry’s tone as she’d said dinner was ready had knotted my stomach. It wasn’t at the thought of her cooking. Her food is always bloody delicious. I knew part of me would regret not sitting down for a bite. But it was what lurked beneath that simple offer of food. An important part of the mating bond was a mate’s desire to nourish the other. The more frequently I gave in to her cooking and ate with her, the more chance there was for the bond that was destined to exist between us to grow. No doubt, it